When I was a kid, I recall family trips to the woods in order to go mushroom picking. I recall these memories very fondly, uncles, aunts, cousins, we’d walk though Northern European forests hunting the different types of edible mushrooms. And there was always an unspoken contest of sorts among all of us, those who managed to bring in the biggest haul, or biggest mushrooms were declared the winners.
After the mushroom hunt, we’d all go back to someone’s house or cabin, and proceed to cook them up. While there are wild edible mushrooms here in NY, the flavor for whatever reason just isn’t as rich, but it’s still pretty fun activity if and when the opportunity presents itself.